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I actually found myself depressed as 5pm rolled around and the number of people at the cafe thinned out. The guys next to me moved to another empty table where they’d have more room to spread out and discuss whatever Internet venture they were concocting, one guy a very obviously-artsy type and the other, with…

He told me to meet him at F&B; he was sure I had mentioned wanting to go there, but I knew I hadn’t. I wanted to go there; I’d wanted to visit for a proper meal since the night of hors d’oeuvres and drinks with my mom and the editors and publisher of FLAVORS Magazine.…

I don’t really like veggie burgers. They were alright when I first tried them, when they were novel and restaurants like Hard Rock Cafe served grain-based GardenBurgers instead of soy-based Boca Burgers. But someone got the idea that soy-burgers are more flavorful, desirable, something than whole grains… and now that’s what everyone serves. Including my…

It was far more nerve-wracking for me than I anticipated as I sat on a red metal bench outside of Monday Night Brewery, dolled like a go-go girl in my new Detective Comics dress and knee-high black boots, awaiting the start of the Monday Night Mile. Was I the only one who felt nervous…

A few weeks ago, my Twitter account was followed by the guys at Monday Night Mile – which I automatically (and correctly) associated with Atlanta’s Monday Night Brewing. Having visited Monday Night when they opened the tasting room last year and fallen in love with their ginger-based Fu Manbrew, a refreshingly unusual draught I always look for when I’m…

Imagine relaxing into the complete care of someone else, finding that trust in yourself that babies have for their parents, that innocence where you can take every touch and gesture made towards you with the openness of a child who’s never been hurt by a single person, who’s never learned to cut themselves off from…

It’s been a while since I’ve written about any particular restaurant I’ve visited, any particular meal I’ve enjoyed, any particular experience that stood out for me from the culinary realm. And I can’t count the pieces written about the holidays, for they weren’t quite current; I wish I had written them during the first weeks…

Today’s jaunt on Twitter brought me to @FifthGrouper‘s post boasting about his Enchiladas Verdes Sauce recipe, and I happen to love Enchiladas Verdes. I have, however, never bothered to try to find a recipe for the green sauce, since, amongst those who know me well, my most famous dish is my red enchiladas, which I…

Over the years, I’ve come to enjoy “The Holiday Season” in so many different ways. In my youth, we enjoyed the traditional Christmas at home with family and piles of presents and a big Christmas dinner, sometimes with extended family added in a huge, chaotic movement (that usually so overwhelmed me I’d escape some time…

You’ll never believe where I spent Christmas Day and New Year’s Eve… or perhaps you will, if you’ve read of my love affair with Buckhead’s Southern Art, follow my Twitter feed or peek into my life on Facebook. Well, there: I’ve given it away, at least in part. I was happily alone for Christmas Eve,…

He was like a little kid, leading me into the dark, underground restaurant where we were seated at a small, square table; his excitement overtook me. “Have you ever had Chicago-style pizza?” he asked. “No,” I replied, feeling somewhat guilty for having never experienced this thing that so excited him. I opened the manilla menu…

It’s greaaaat… to be alive…! – Jo Stafford and Johnny Mercer, 1949 It’s been over a year since I last set foot in Hamilton’s Baltimore House, an eclectic coffeehouse overlooking King William Street a block down from James Street North, the 1940s music cooing from the doors to the left and right contrasting sharply with…

As soon as I could when I got back to Hamilton, I went to visit my friend’s used-and-vintage clothing boutique. She loves clothes, was formally trained and worked with high-end designers in Milan, and opened Hawk & Sparrow in Ontario’s steel town two years ago so she could run her own store. Aside from curating…